The battle was still going on. Li Maozhen led the Qi cavalry, and Fengdu led the Fengdu ghost cavalry. The two combined forces, and their forces once again overwhelmed the Khitan, and then launched a counterattack against the Khitan cavalry.
Yelu Yaoguang couldn't sit still anymore and had no intention of harassing Li Xingyun from the side. He couldn't even pay attention to the situation on Li Xingyun's side. He could only step forward to command the cavalry to fight and buy time for Yelu Zhiwu and others to surround and kill Li Xingyun. .
And here, as Li Xian raised his head, under the bamboo hat, the face that was the same as Li Xingyun's, but with more cracks, was revealed.
One person's black armor was broken, revealing a gold-rimmed black lining filled with dust, and one person's red hat and red clothes were stained with blood.
One person is holding a formation-breaking gun, and the other is holding a Longquan sword.
The expressions of the two of them were almost the same, and they looked at Yelu Zhiwu and the three of them.
Suddenly, the dust that had finally calmed down began to stir again.
Is it the wind?
No, it’s people moving!
Li Xingyun, Li Xian, Yelu Zhiwu and the two old men disappeared from the place in an instant.
The next moment, they suddenly met between the two.
The collision of swords!
The collision of sword and demon pestle!
The collision of guns and swords!
There is also the collision between the gun and the magic pestle!
In a daze, the five of them had exchanged hundreds of moves, but it was hard to tell the winner.
The four Khitan masters who had finally recovered from the white air wave were once again faced with a situation where they could not intervene.
The man holding the tin stick tried to go up to help, but was cut off by a sword from nowhere, and fell into deep self-doubt.
The other three people had no intention of forcibly intervening, not to mention that there was a seriously injured person with a broken arm among them.
At this moment, the place where Li Xingyun was besieged and killed turned into a arena for five masters above the Great Heavenly Level.
In the Taihang Mountains, the three people who witnessed all this stopped.
"It seems that we don't need to take action anymore!"
Zhang Xuanling looked at the five people who were fighting inseparably, smiled and stroked his beard.
Zhu Youwen on the side did not speak, but silently looked at the five people fighting together, thinking about how many he could fight.
"Hu~hu~"
After a while, Zhang Zifan caught up with him panting.
However, before he could ask why he stopped, he looked up and saw a puff of poisonous smoke drifting towards them.
It turned out that the white air waves set off by Li Xian's Qi Sutra just now blew the poisonous smoke that was trying to cover that area towards the Taihang Mountains.
"Dad, hoo~, hoo~"
Zhang Zifan panted and pointed at the poisonous smoke, trying to explain the situation, but he could only breathe and could not utter any words for a while.
Zhang Xuanling watched the fight between Li Xingyun and others in the distance intently, pressed Zhang Zifan's shoulder and said, "What's the matter? Don't be in a hurry. Speak slowly and slowly!"
"Breathe~breathe~"
Seeing the poisonous smoke getting closer and closer, Zhang Zifan forced himself to calm down, took a deep breath, pointed at the poisonous smoke and said: "Dad, there is a poisonous smoke floating towards us over there!"
"Um?"
Zhang Xuanling and Zhu Youwen both turned to look at Zhang Zifan, and then they looked in the direction Zhang Zifan pointed.
Sure enough, they saw a piece of dark blue smoke floating towards them. Judging from its appearance, they could tell at a glance that this was definitely not a serious smoke, but definitely poisonous smoke.
Just like Zhu Youwen has a hard time finding an opponent, a battle between five masters above the heavenly level is probably the most difficult to find in the world today.
The two people's eyes were focused there, and they could no longer move away. They really didn't see the poisonous smoke floating over.
"Dad, should we avoid this?" Zhang Zifan looked at Zhang Xuanling and Zhu Youwen with some anxiety.
"Avoid it?"
Zhang Xuanling turned to look at Zhu Youwen.
"Just get closer and see more clearly!"
Zhu Youwen pointed to the foot of the mountain and said.
They were actually still a certain distance away from the battlefield at the foot of the Taihang Mountains. It was only because of their extraordinary eyesight that they were able to see clearly what was going on in the battlefield below.
"good!"
Zhang Xuanling nodded, and that was exactly what he meant.
The battle below is something you can encounter but cannot seek, so it would be better to see it clearly.
What's more, if you are closer, you might be able to intervene?
Immediately, Zhang Xuanling and Zhu Youwen disappeared again, leaving Zhang Zifan alone in a daze.
Zhang Zifan turned his head blankly and looked at the left and right sides. He could avoid the poisonous smoke by just turning left or right at will. Why bother...
"Hey~, I just took a breath!"
Zhang Zifan sighed helplessly. He felt that he should have been firmer from the beginning and stayed in the Tianshi Mansion instead of following his father down the mountain.
However, when his father showed affection and reason, he really couldn't bear it.
She said she wanted to take him to meet the future emperor, but actually she wanted to take him as a drinking companion. After all, Zhu Youwen didn't look like someone who would drink with his father.
However, he had his own thoughts. He mainly wanted to see the girl.
Unconsciously, it has been more than two years.
In my mind, the girl's appearance was almost blurry!
······
In a Khitan camp, Yuan Tiangang regretted believing Jiang Yunqing's lies.
It is undeniable that the Yelu Abaoji in front of him can be regarded as a hero and has a certain vision, but that is all.
It's nothing compared to Zhu Wen, Li Keyong and others, and it's even worse than Li Cunxu.
To amuse him?
If a sneer counts, then just think of it as a laugh!
After Yelu Abaoji finished speaking, he looked at Yuan Tiangang as if he had a pearl of wisdom in his hand: "I wonder if Li Xingyun is dead, how can you restore the Tang Dynasty?"
"You want to trade Li Xingyun's life for yours?"
Yuan Tiangang's hoarse voice sounded, but there was no sadness or joy.
"No, Li Xingyun's fate is determined by Ben Khan. As for Ben Khan's life, it doesn't matter. The Daliao Empire established by our Khitan will eventually stand on the territory of the Central Plains!"
Yelu Abaoji's eyes seemed to be ignited with blazing fire, which was the burning ideal.
The Khitan has risen in his hands, and he has no regrets. He firmly believes that after his death, the Khitan men will definitely build that empire!
He was already prepared to die.
He is waiting for the bad handsome man here, not to give himself a chance of survival, but to arouse the bad handsome man's anger, and then use his own death and the death of Li Xingyun to extinguish the man's obsession with restoring the Tang Dynasty.
He believed that as long as there was no obstruction from the bad commander, the Central Plains would eventually fall under the iron heel of the Khitan.
However, he didn't seem to see the bad handsome man's anger.
why is that?
Why doesn't this bad guy have any mood swings?
Doesn't he care about Li Xingyun's life or death?
Doesn't he care that the hope of reviving the Tang Dynasty is completely shattered?
Yelu Abaoji was stunned for a moment. He suddenly realized that even though the bad handsome man was sitting in front of him, he had never seen through this monster who had lived for more than three hundred years.
"You are wondering why I am so calm and why I don't care about Li Xingyun's life or death, right?"
Yuan Tiangang said calmly in his hoarse voice.
If Yelu Abaoji's previous actions were boring, his reaction at this moment was quite interesting, and Jiang Yunqing was right.
"It's Ben Khan who lost his temper!"
Yelu Abaoji straightened his posture again and realized his gaffe.
However, he did not deny what Yuan Tiangang said. He had almost put all these things on his face just now, so denying it was meaningless.
However, his eyes were eagle-eyed, staring at Yuan Tiangang, but he wanted to see if this bad handsome guy really didn't care about Li Xingyun's life or death.
Yuan Tiangang didn't care about Yelu Abaoji's gaffe. In his eyes, Yelu Abaoji was just a clown, so his behavior was more vivid.
Of course, maybe you can make him more vivid.
Immediately, Yuan Tiangang continued: "It's not that I don't care about Li Xingyun's life and death, but you made a mistake from the beginning. The person behind this plan is not me. In this game, I am just that person's pawn. , you even got the real planner wrong, how can you kill Li Xingyun?"
"······"
As Yuan Tiangang's hoarse voice fell, the commander fell into a strange calm.
Yelu Abaoji's eyes widened, and the candlelight reflected in his eyes flickered gently in his pupils. His eyes gradually lost focus, and Yuan Tiangang in realization gradually disappeared, replaced by endless darkness.
The figure fell straight backwards, and the old woman beside him quickly reached out to hold Yelu Abaoji's back. A gentle internal force entered Yelu Abaoji's body, and the old voice whispered softly: "Khan, wake up! "
The old woman's voice seemed to have some kind of special magic power. Yelu Abaoji actually woke up. His eyes regained focus, and the light returned to his sight. The internal structure of the military tent appeared, and the bad handsome man also appeared. figure.
He looked very calm, with a wry smile on his lips, but his face was a little pale, as if he had become much weaker in the trance just now.
"Ancestor, I'm fine!"
Yelu Abaoji raised his hand to stop the old woman from continuing to support him, stretched out his hand to support the small case, and sat back in front of the case, but his heart could not calm down for a long time.
hehe!
He thought he had seen through everything and desperately bet on the Khitan's heritage, hoping to create an extremely bright future for the Khitan.
It turned out that he had made a mistake from the beginning. Bad Handsome, a monster who had lived for more than three hundred years, was nothing more than a pawn.
He suddenly felt that his so-called failure was extremely ridiculous, so ridiculous that the Khitan heritage would be burned in his hands.
No, the Khitan heritage is still there. As long as Konoha Mountain remains, the Khitan heritage will not disappear!
At the thought of this, Yelu Abaoji's hope was rekindled, his eyes regained their vitality, and some color returned to his rough face.
However, the bad guy in front of him got up...
Yuan Tiangang slowly walked out of the military tent with his hands behind his back, looking at the sky dyed orange by the sunset, and suddenly felt a little emotional.
After many years, I have become accustomed to being the chess player.
This time, being a chess piece in someone else's hands actually felt pretty good.
He couldn't help but think of the past during the Taizong period, when he was so willing to be a pawn.
"Hahaha~, you are getting old after all!"
Yuan Tiangang smiled and shook his head. The hoarse voice was a little unreal, but the laughter was exceptionally clear.
As he left in a leisurely manner, his shadow was stretched long by the setting sun and shot into the military tent.
It fell on the little case that was turned over!
It fell on the old woman who looked horrified but had already lost her life!
It also fell on the body of Yelu Abao, whose eyes were wide open and staring at Yuan Tiangang's departing back. He had no breath and must have died.
It's just that he seems to be thinking about a lot of things, but he seems a little confused.
He couldn't figure out who the chess player behind the scenes was, so that he could make Bad Handsome, an old monster who had lived for more than three hundred years, become a willing pawn!
He also couldn't understand that the ancestor who had been enlightened on Konoha Mountain for more than 150 years could not even make a move in the hands of that bad commander.
He can't figure it out, he really can't figure it out...
…
"I can't figure it out! Logically speaking, this must be the first time these two have joined forces. Why do they have such a tacit understanding?"
Zhang Xuanling, who was watching the battle in the Taihang Mountains, stroked his gray beard and muttered.
"It was Li Xingyun who was in charge. Before he turned to Tiance Xuan Gong, his martial arts and that of Li Xian were carved out of the same mold. They are very familiar with each other. He only needs to regard Li Xian as another former Just do it yourself!”
Zhu Youwen not only had contact with Li Xian, but also with Li Xingyun, and he saw it more clearly than Zhang Xuanling.
Moreover, he had a cursory look at Tiance Xuan Gong in Longquan Treasure Cave, and he could tell almost at a glance that Li Xingyun had transferred to Tian Ce Xuan Gong.
"Tiancexuan..."
Zhang Xuanling was muttering, suddenly remembered something, and immediately kept silent.
If he remembered correctly, this Tiance Xuan Gong should be the martial arts of Emperor Taizong.
With this thought in mind, I looked at the battlefield over there again, and I seemed to see a bit of Emperor Taizong in Li Xingyun.
Damn, I really saw a ghost!
He has never met Emperor Taizong before!
The only one who has seen Emperor Taizong these days is that old monster Yuan Tiangang.
"It's over!"
Suddenly, Zhu Youwen reminded him loudly.
Hearing this, Zhang Xuanling quickly abandoned his random thoughts and looked intently.
In that scene, the golden glow of the Longquan Sword in Li Xian's hand was restrained, and a white breath came out of his mouth.
The next moment, a burst of white air suddenly spurted out from the tip of the sword.
Just like the outlet of a dam, a strong pressure followed the white air and fell on Yelu Zhiwu and the three of them, causing their movements to stagnate.
At this moment, Li Xingyun breathed out a black-gold mysterious aura.
The next moment, the black-gold Xuansha energy turned into two long dragons hovering over the formation-breaking gun.
He took out the gun with one hand in his right hand, instantly shattered the short-haired old man's demon pestle, and penetrated the short-haired old man's throat.
As for his left hand, he held it empty, and the horizontal knife was delivered to his hand.
He grasped the handle of the knife fiercely, and the black-gold Xuansha energy instantly wrapped around him, and then slashed out with the knife.
"clang!"
The long-haired old man's long sword broke in response, and the sword came down unstoppably from the long-haired old man's left shoulder, and in an instant it came out from his right armpit.
"Bang!"
The two bodies fell together.
The short-haired old man's throat was filled with blood, and the long-haired old man's body was broken into two sections. The incision was neat and smooth, and blood spurted out uncontrollably.
The starlight of the Longquan Sword reappeared in Li Xian's hand, and the sword flower held down the stars, and it was placed in front of Yelu Zhiwu's throat.
On the other side of the battlefield, Li Maozhen, wearing a silver mask, swept away a group of Khitan cavalry and raised Yelu Yaoguang with one arm...
Zhang Zifan looked at the battlefield in shock: "This, is this the end?"
